Sample Sunday - a poem from Kaleidoscope

Gothic

Gothic glimpses of golden ages

Stricken dumb in unseen places

Giddy up the days in faces

Come and see the wilder traces

Of days once lived and glances

Back.

Journey into the darkest hour

Murder wrapt and bloody sour

Into arms of grim dark ardour

Come and see the wilder fervour

Of days once lived of dusty glamour

Dead.

Scan all the yawning faces scowling

Poor and cold in the daylight yearning

For food and shelter in the dawning

While night unravels winter’s drowning

Of sorrows in ales and dark prowling

Woe.

The fine woman in furs slips her mask

In the light she regrets her one task

That night brings with a single cask

Forgetting numbness come here fast

Lest morning remembers this time past

Hell.

Gothic glimpses of fallen ages

Trembling across unwritten pages

Lived and dreamt on wooden stages

Fuelled by fire and unlocked cages

Come and see the magic of mages

Gone.